Qin Yi squinted his eyes slightly, looking at Qing Jian with a smirk, and threatened, "You have two choices now. First, obediently go make me a meal. Second, I'll beat you up and then you'll go make me a meal."
Qing Jian: "..."
Are these even choices? There's clearly no choice here.
"Qin Yi, you really have guts, doing such outrageous things and still daring to stay here for a meal. Aren't you afraid my master will come back?"
Qin Yi narrowed his eyes, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll roast you."
Qing Jian twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Fine, I'll go make it!"
He had another thing on his mind: if you're willing to die, I'm willing to bury you.
Qing Jian normally took care of Azure Dragon's living and dining arrangements. So, making a meal was no big deal for him.
In just over ten minutes, three dishes were placed on the stone table under the locust tree.
Qin Yi sat down with great swagger, picked up his chopsticks, and asked, "No wine? Get some wine."
